My Fiancé Swapped My Custom Gown for Trash, So I Married His Billionaire Rival

During my wedding dress fitting, Julian handed me a yellowed, tattered vintage gown with frayed lace and obvious yellow sweat stains under the armpits.

The makeup artist froze, her hand hovering in mid-air, and the whispers of my friends and family pierced my ears like needles.

His childhood friend Mia popped her head out of the fitting room with a mischievous grin. She was wearing my custom haute couture wedding gown, spinning around in front of everyone.

"Are you guys mesmerized? The real dress is right here!"